A journal entry!
New Computer = functional Photoshop and Tablet
Also = gamezor chubby
A lot writing cause I'm an English major now... funny story...
I was at the Herron School of Art in Indianapolis, in the Visual Communications program. That's a fairly prestigious school for Graphic Design there. Then I got pneumonia the day after Thanksgiving (I work retail at Best Buy, I'm sure some kind customer gave me more than their money). I was out for a month, cause I fluid in my lungs and couldn't get enough oxygen to walk... you know, pneumonia. Welp, that was a month of class, and I failed 9 of my 15 credit hours. To be honest, the fact that I passed 6 of them with missing a month is pretty impressive. So I was going to have to take a whole nother year of courses, two semesters, because of this. So I switch to English, and I like it a lot better.
Artists can be petty little cunt rags. Writers are just emofags. Hah, /b/
So yeah, I'm making new stuff now, it's pretty awesome...










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My art is at*CassiopeiaArt
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And all is one.
"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts... and in much of your talking, thinking is half-murdered."
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a black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere
Groucho Marx
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The Gallery of Firearms and Devices
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Don't hurt.
Note: I make up my own slang as I go. If you don't understand me no worries 'cause neither does anyone else
[And i call everyone dear, dearie..]
^_^
ah, i love you.
i miss you terribly.
let's remedy this soon.
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Jesus and I are friends with benefits.
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-just when you are having fun, life happens...